"First Zan, now us;
The warship's dimly lit corridors echoed with whispers of forgotten dreams of Zan, a man's memory in a machine body, longing for his past life, singlehandedly unraveling our mystery nemesis through the elasticity of time echoes. The transfer of dreams that we just did was a profound realization. Three of us are drawn here for a singular purpose. 

But for her, whether cursed or blessed, none mattered, for it was never our tale to pursue. Her revenge gaze met mine, a small crew living on a warship, prescient of our celestial voyage.

Amidst the infinite meandering through the cosmos, emotions scatter out 
like lost relics, all to protect cherished lives.
We both carried the weight of the universe on our shoulders and yet, in those stolen moments, a connection transcended our world's chaos. 

But if there were a single thing that could bring a feeling of love again, it would grow unspoken, hidden deep within the depths of her eyes."

To transfer data through the eyes is extremely dangerous, but we believe that we can do it. We have to, for the sake of everything."

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BILLAIN - DIFFERENT EYES

As we wander through the vastness, I can't help but stop and think about how we ended up on this ship: three different lifeforms with intertwined futures and cursed pasts...
Do we ever truly live in the present?
It's as if there's no present in zero gravity—only a transition toward the next mission.
All we get from the victories of the present is more entanglement—and more lives we eventually save.

I look at Broel and Kira, finding minuscule moments where they ignore the railgun wounds from yesterday’s battle like it’s nothing.
Our enemy is far better equipped; we’re always outnumbered. Yet somehow, our fate follows our ammo.
It’s the fate of people like us, who’ve lost everything, to prevent others from losing their hearts...as for our hearts...
some hearts are doomed from the start...

With Kira and Broel, Zan was becoming something much greater than he had ever envisioned. But he never lost sight of what made him this way: the memories he carried from Earth’s doomed cities.
Perhaps a doomed heart is all it takes to become a warrior.

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Doomed Heart

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BILLAIN - DOOMED HEART

Behind us lie the ruins of a half-day's fight; in front of us, finally, the "Dasaera fortress" shines, occupied by hundreds of cannons and fighters, all aiming and locked on our next and final move.
Our allies, powerless too, but at a safe distance.
Our ship, a pond of holes, empty smoking weapon shells and magazines, all out, nothing left but us bleeding out blood and oil and boiling tired anger, ready to end one or the other.
Everything has come to this point, a turning point for the liberation of Saika, another planet from the Autonomous, a split second before us.
We are so close, so, so close to having a first base, right now and forever.

I turn to Broel, who has been silent since the last wave of wiped-out catchers; a critical 5-minute game of waiting is about to come to an end. They will start shooting any second now. We are outnumbered, outgunned, and out of options...
Oh well... This life was never mine to begin with...
—"Broel, we're out of weapons and maneuverability, and this fortress packs a punch that can end us; please tell me there's a reason you're so silent."

Broel turns to Zan: "I understand that this is a modified mining slab."
Zan: "Certainly, the K-drons’ gift with Aamsit attached."
Broel: "Fuel?"
Zan: "76%, 'fullback system.'"
Broel: "A gift from the heavens..."

In what I can describe as something of a telltale that I don't feel like forgetting, the sun is dropping through the top window on Broel, facing me with a grin: "Kira, whose ambush is this?"

That very grin made me smile as I realized what this psycho meant: that this Slabship is not just a slab ship; it has an Aamsit—a damn Imperial fighter engine—and a mining front end thicker than a High Order mothership.

—"See? We got one bullet left."

You have got to be effin’ kidding me.
We are about to become a bullet shooting through the Dasaera fortress.

—"Zan, Kura, fasten your seatbelts. We aren't dying here, and if we are, we might as well liberate Saika in the process.
Zan, initiate Operation 'Saikapath.'"

I return the grin to Broel on a stupid joke because this crew changes everything, including ways of dying.
Zan: "Afterburner in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,"
—For you, Saum, Tarzel...
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Afterburner

AFTERBURNER

“ LAUGH LIKE CRAZY “

“ STARI MOJ “


Aska - Katastrofa (Borgie Slow Strofa Edit)

Performer – Nera, Sneška*, Suzi*
Producer – Aco Razbornik
Supervised By – Spomenka Bilić
Lyrics By – D. Miljanović, M. Popović*
Arranged By, Bass, Guitar – Japanac*
Art Direction, Photography By, Design – Velisav Tomović
Costume Designer – Jasminka Ješić
Editor (Chief) – S. Tomić*
Editor (Music Editor) – J. Nosal*
Editor (Reviewer) – M. Tasić*
Engineer – Nenad Stefanović-Japanac*
Executive-Producer – Dragan Kozlica
Guest, Performer – Boban Đorđević, Laza Ristovski, Mime Vender-Restović*, Pero Ugrin*, Tadej Hrušovar, Tone Janša
Recorded At – Studio Tivoli, Ljubljana

Diskos – LPD-9115
1984

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